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Jecca finally turned. The figure in the doorway was tall, cloaked in a dark coat that obscured their frame. But the eyes—those were unmistakable. They were her eyes, sharp and calculating, set in a face that mirrored her own in ways that were unsettling. This was the CNC—her daughter, engineered and forged in the shadows of a conflict Jecca had tried to leave behind.
"I had to be sure." The voice was deeper now. Older. It carried the weight of years that Jecca hadn't physically witnessed but felt in the marrow of her bones. "The routes change. The watchers shift."